Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Life-song or Dirge?





This rain-song spilling over hill and plain
Or hissing beneath tires on the street
And gathering in puddles on the lane
To taunt the eager tread of childish feet
Is it the merry melody of May?
This canticle of silver eighth-note splurge
Heralding the dawn of a new day
Is it a life-song or celestial dirge?

Minute eclipses wash in moment-tides
From shore to shore; we live, laugh, love and learn
For who can see the brink where we collide
With mystic fathoms from which none return?
The flower lifts its cup to heaven’s draught
We lift our hands to partake of an hour
Before its filament dissolves to naught
Within the triumph of mute moment-power

Time is a drop tipped from a phantom grail
Its pier a grain of sand held in the clutch
Of ever-after’s infinite exhale
Where none escapes its everlasting touch
Who can translate the lilting doggerel
Of rain-song as it falls, a silver surge
Of pitter-patter greeting and farewell
Is it a life-song or a solemn dirge?

© Janet Martin

This morning the rain falls like a love-song…gentle and steady. For some of us it is merely a stanza in our life-song, for others a farewell dirge.

Live, laugh, love,
Dance in the rain,
For this day will never
Pass by again!

Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. James 4:14

2 comments:

  1. loved the poem."where none escapes its everlasting touch"-truly wonderful.do have a look at RESONANCE

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  2. Thank-you Harish. I will tonight. This day is spoken for;)

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